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When I get the energy to gather garbage toward the special event of garbage night twice-weekly, it is one of my best(est) days! Getting to the point in life where I want to trim down my possessions. I feel like the "Junk Lady" in the classic movie, "Labyrinth," as I've always been an absurd packrat. Every card or letter ever sent to me (remember those papery things in the mail box?)
Unfortunately, the junk lady was not able to make it through the labyrinth due to her possessions' hold over her mind... and the weight on her back too. That's how I feel often... weighted down by thoughts of things, and I don't like it.
Once you get a thing, it's possible to become emotionally or even obsessively atttached to it, eh, and that's where the trouble starts. Storage. Protection. Space. Clutter. Ugh. The worst part is the mental box it goes into, where you must visit perodically to make sure you're still sane (is it there? yes. coast is clear until next viewing).
Don't know why I'm using the pronoun, "you," as I am most likely the only human being on earth to have ever felt that way... oh, except the creators of the screenplay and movie, "Labyrinth." <wink> They depicted it in a way that has been a visual touchstone for me... and a warning - all these years since it came out in 1986. That would be, er... nearly 23 years of hunchbacked contemplation.
And worth every nickel.Garbage night tonight! Hope for a juicy one!
